Yesterday was a day that no mother wanted to live through. I spent the entire night in the E.R.
Yesterday was the last day of summer B classes. I submitted all of my work online, and finished with my other class. I decided I would take the kids to the mall to play and take the iPads to be serviced. I first went to one of the malls in the area with the boys and did a little bit of shopping. There are a few members in the family expecting babies, and I figured that I would look for some good deals.
I was in the first mall for about an hour and a half, and the boys were all over the place. The associates there went above and beyond to assist me. I was very happy with the service. They were very happy too, because they are commissioned. That trip went off without a glitch.
I headed over to the other mall, five minutes away, and headed for the Apple store. Again, the Apple employees were awesome! I got both iPads serviced and was on my way. I had to tear the boys away from the kids section there. But, again, the day was going smoothly, nothing was going wrong. The boys asked to go to the play area and play for a little while.
Everything was fine and dandy until my little one bumped into a little girl and made her cry. I didn't realize he was the reason behind her tears until my older came told me. I marched him over to the little girl and her father and told him to apologize for making her cry: whether it by accident or on purpose. The father was very polite and said it was okay, they are all little kids and want to play. He told my son that he should just pay better attention next time! I thanked the gentleman for understanding and went back to sit down, But before I let the little one walk away, I told him that this was the first and last warning, next time he would not be allowed to play again.
About five minutes later I heard an ear piercing scream and I immediately jumped up: it was my little one. Before I could take two steps he came around one of the figures, and his arms was at a weird angle. He was screaming at the top of his lungs. He came to and I eased him onto my lap and was on the phone will 911. The father of the little girl that my son ran into and made her cry, came over and handed me a bottle of cold water. He asked if there was anything he could do to assist me: I was so appreciative of his kindness. Honestly there were numerous people there that immediately came to our assistance. It immediately became a hay day. EMT was there in five minutes, and they tried to stabilize his arm: that didn't go over to smoothly. After about two minutes we were finally able to stabilize his arm. Now the hard part: getting him onto the stretcher. He refused to let anyone but me lay him on the stretcher. I was able to get up and lay him down with minimal screaming. I wanted to follow the ambulance with my car, but decided against it. My older son and I rode in the ambulance to the hospital. I requested the ambulance take us to the local trauma hospital.
It felt good to be on old stomping grounds. I immediately ran into some of the nurses I worked with a few years ago. The process was smooth: thank God! The nurse came in and began the triage process. The doctor came in and ordered the x-rays and left the room. He was a little stand-offish, but I was in no mood to argue. By looking at my sons arm and the weird angle, I figured there would be at least two broken bones. When the x-rays came back: I was right. Broken ulna and tibula. I wanted to cry, everything he would do caused screaming and tears. :-(.
I was not allowed to stay in the room as the orthopedic specialist applied the cast to my sons arm, and I was too exhausted to fight it. I signed the necessary paperwork and left my baby in the arms of the doctors and nurses. Within an hour I was called back into the room to see my baby: he was still sleeping.
He had a long arm cast on and will need to be in a cast for six weeks. The EMT responders were awesome, as were the nurses. There was no look of "Oh dear: I wonder if she will be able to communicate with us look." I was there for an emergency and they were there to assist us.
Given the circumstances, the treatment was above and beyond. I wish it were like this always.....
Yesterday was the last day of summer B classes. I submitted all of my work online, and finished with my other class. I decided I would take the kids to the mall to play and take the iPads to be serviced. I first went to one of the malls in the area with the boys and did a little bit of shopping. There are a few members in the family expecting babies, and I figured that I would look for some good deals.
I was in the first mall for about an hour and a half, and the boys were all over the place. The associates there went above and beyond to assist me. I was very happy with the service. They were very happy too, because they are commissioned. That trip went off without a glitch.
I headed over to the other mall, five minutes away, and headed for the Apple store. Again, the Apple employees were awesome! I got both iPads serviced and was on my way. I had to tear the boys away from the kids section there. But, again, the day was going smoothly, nothing was going wrong. The boys asked to go to the play area and play for a little while.
Everything was fine and dandy until my little one bumped into a little girl and made her cry. I didn't realize he was the reason behind her tears until my older came told me. I marched him over to the little girl and her father and told him to apologize for making her cry: whether it by accident or on purpose. The father was very polite and said it was okay, they are all little kids and want to play. He told my son that he should just pay better attention next time! I thanked the gentleman for understanding and went back to sit down, But before I let the little one walk away, I told him that this was the first and last warning, next time he would not be allowed to play again.
About five minutes later I heard an ear piercing scream and I immediately jumped up: it was my little one. Before I could take two steps he came around one of the figures, and his arms was at a weird angle. He was screaming at the top of his lungs. He came to and I eased him onto my lap and was on the phone will 911. The father of the little girl that my son ran into and made her cry, came over and handed me a bottle of cold water. He asked if there was anything he could do to assist me: I was so appreciative of his kindness. Honestly there were numerous people there that immediately came to our assistance. It immediately became a hay day. EMT was there in five minutes, and they tried to stabilize his arm: that didn't go over to smoothly. After about two minutes we were finally able to stabilize his arm. Now the hard part: getting him onto the stretcher. He refused to let anyone but me lay him on the stretcher. I was able to get up and lay him down with minimal screaming. I wanted to follow the ambulance with my car, but decided against it. My older son and I rode in the ambulance to the hospital. I requested the ambulance take us to the local trauma hospital.
It felt good to be on old stomping grounds. I immediately ran into some of the nurses I worked with a few years ago. The process was smooth: thank God! The nurse came in and began the triage process. The doctor came in and ordered the x-rays and left the room. He was a little stand-offish, but I was in no mood to argue. By looking at my sons arm and the weird angle, I figured there would be at least two broken bones. When the x-rays came back: I was right. Broken ulna and tibula. I wanted to cry, everything he would do caused screaming and tears. :-(.
I was not allowed to stay in the room as the orthopedic specialist applied the cast to my sons arm, and I was too exhausted to fight it. I signed the necessary paperwork and left my baby in the arms of the doctors and nurses. Within an hour I was called back into the room to see my baby: he was still sleeping.
He had a long arm cast on and will need to be in a cast for six weeks. The EMT responders were awesome, as were the nurses. There was no look of "Oh dear: I wonder if she will be able to communicate with us look." I was there for an emergency and they were there to assist us.
Given the circumstances, the treatment was above and beyond. I wish it were like this always.....